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600breezy – i’m him lyrics

skit: so what you want us to do saint? you want us to go get em?
600breezy: yeah n+gga
skit: nah pull up in front of the building man; i wanna get em myself
600breezy: you hear them gun sounds you know who it is, it’s breezo n+gga
skit: get em yourself?
600breezy: uh
skit: yeah man, get em myself
600breezy: stop playing with us we a couple a hunnit up out there too man you know what i’m talkin bout
all that rapper sh+t get n+ggas hurt, n+gga, y’all n+ggas see what the f+ck…
verse 1:
uh, yeah n+gga
in the streets b+tch i’m top 10
b+tch we not playin any club appearance brung them glocks in, huh, n+gga
how the f+ck we win if we was boxed in, huh, n+gga
f+ck you do that n+gga, huh
f+ck you sayin is you with that?
cans in the whip this ain’t no m+th+ f+ckin 6 pack, n+gga
but they on us too, b+tch what you wanna do?
bad rest a make a young n+gga look like uncle drew, huh
and we dumpin too, pounds b+tch come get a few, ice on me b+tches always askin do i got the flu, huh
george gervin first son n+gga, ice man sh+t, b+tch we pop gl!cks we tote guns n+gga
get put up with yo son n+gga, cause we hunt n+ggas, strip club, dolla bill, trump n+ggas, huh
b+tch i’m that one n+gga!
(i’m him n+gga) (f+ck i’m coming n+gga)
gun shots and police sirens, chasing n+ggas through they hood for that work like they frankie limen
b+tch we armed and violent, muzzles make em silent, b+tch i ain’t just rhyming, google it them n+ggas dying, sk!llet baking frying pistols bussin bullets flying
jumping out a whip, i’m sliding, i ain’t matt ryan, n+gga
(yeah f+cking quarterback) (f+ck wrong with these n+ggas man, gang sh+t uh)
semi automatics in the whip, b+tch you better dip, n+ggas walk you down and never met a crip
call it bl!ck walking, sick sh+t, we joint sparkin, huh
not the one for coughing, cracking cans like steve austin, huh
better turn up for ya mans n+gga, we ain’t playing with em, b+tch say she love em she be dead with em
my eyes red from smoking dead n+ggas, that’s what i said n+gga, still smoking…cause he dead n+gga, huh
just to let you know any n+ggas getting fouled a meet this technical the tuba thang how weapons blow huh
pint after pint, left after right
sn+tch a n+gga wife 100 thou tonight, n+gga
you playing with yo life, n+gga
skit: if there’s anyone here that don’t wanna get murdered “get the f+ck out”

- 600breezy lyrics

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